Rome is intoxicating in any season, but it truly pulls out all the stops in autunno – autumn. Crisp mornings give way to gorgeous sunny afternoons. Sleek sandals are upgraded to sexy leather boots. Necks of women and men are decorated with scarves – Italians are convinced that a bare neck (or sock-less feet) in cold weather will cause illness. And let’s not forget the fruits of the harvest – wine, olive oil, and veggie galore – pumpkin ravioli, eggplant parmesan, spinach gnocchi, and carciofi alla romana (artichoke stuffed with mint, parsley, and garlic). It’s too easy for me to get carried away, but one stroll along the Tiber River and you’ll understand why autumn is my favorite season in Rome.
Ahh! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your travel log. You write beautifully and fill us in so well — visually and emotionally! This is always a delight. Yo’ve got to make a book of this when you are done. Although, you’ll never be done. Just pooped. I’ll say, you’ll hit that “pooped” but happy mark around 93. Keep it coming!
What camera do you use? Looks expensive.
December 5, 2011 at 6:04 pm